Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

Not long after Jessy left, a man named Peter came up to me just as Jessy had predicted. I glanced over at Alan, and he seemed busy with another guest who knew him. The opportunity was now open wide, and Peter didn’t waste the opportunity.

“Hey, Fenella.”

“Hi, sir.”

“You don’t have to be so formal like that.” Peter chuckled.

“Sorry, I always see you from afar as a senator.” I also let out a small laugh.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Surely you never thought you’d be this close to me, did you?” He took a step closer.

“Uh, yeah. You’re a famous man in this state. I wouldn’t dare imagine being able to chat this closely with you.” I smiled at him.

“I also never imagined meeting a woman like you. Has Alan ever told you that you look like an angel?”

He smiled with shining eyes full of enthusiasm, looking at me. The man was radiating all his charm and power in front of me. His step shifted again to get into a more intimate distance from me. He slightly bent his body to whisper in my ear.

“Just say if you need me. Your senator will come as fast as lightning to help his citizens.”

“Oh, you’re such a reliable senator. For that, I need your phone number, don’t I?” I looked up to counter his gaze with my attentive eyes.

“You can leave your number to my assistant.” His face was getting closer to me, and his warm breath was sweeping over my face.

“No. I hate middlemen. One agent is enough to make me have a headache.” I whispered as my hand brushed his jacket in the chest area.

Damn. The old man is still so charming. I could feel his broad chest under his jacket. It seemed that the small touch had made him even more tempted.

“Fine.”

He took out his phone from his pocket. Slowly, I recited each number of my phone number. I didn’t know if he would call me later, but for now I let him record my phone number. In the next second, my phone rang. I picked up my phone from my bag and saw a number.

“That’s me. Save it for later, please.” He smiled.

“Of course. Just call me whenever, Mr. Senator,” I said softly as I watched him put his phone back in his pocket.

“Hm, I love hearing that name coming from your mouth.” Peter murmured as he fingered the fake fur trim of my coat.

I saw Alan suddenly stand behind Peter. His face was tense, and his eyes were glaring at him. He tapped Peter’s shoulder hard.

“Didn’t you hear the call like that every day from your secretaries? Fenella won’t be enough for you.” Alan pulled Peter’s shoulder hard to get him away from me.

“Hey, calm down, dude. I’m not doing anything to her.” Peter took a step back from Alan. Then Alan faced him upfront and stood between Peter and me.

“Great. I hope you remember that she will be your sister-in-law.”

“Yes, of course. I hope you also remember that I’m the one who gave you the money.”Peter laughed crisply as he punched Alan lightly on the shoulder.

Hearing those words, Alan froze. He could only stare at Peter with his eyes flashing with anger. But Peter didn’t stop there to tease Alan. Both of Peter’s fists were raised, and he punched Alan’s arms lightly in turn. It was just playful, as sentence after sentence flowed smoothly from his mouth.

“Why don’t you say something back to me, hm? Are you afraid? Have you realized how much you owe me?”

“Stop it, Peter. Fuck off.”

“Oh, come on. Show me the muscles you built in that gym of yours.”

“I said, get the fuck off.”

“Oh yeah, I just remembered! That gym is owned by me, so technically your muscles are mine. Funny, right?”

Peter laughed while still lightly punching Alan’s arm at a fast pace.

Without warning, Alan swung his fist at Peter’s cheek. My breath caught for an instant. I immediately cupped my mouth with both hands. My mouth gaped as I saw the two men begin to fist-fight at a rapid pace.

Alan punched Peter. Peter punched Alan back. Then they took turns trying to knock each other down. When Peter finally fell to the ground from Alan’s furious onslaught, he hurriedly took for an opening to run away from Alan.

But Alan didn’t let Peter go immediately. He ran after Peter until they circled around a long buffet table.

“Come back here, you bastard! I’ll kill you!” Alan yelled.

“Guards! Call for help! Arrest this lunatic!” Peter screamed.

“I’ll chop off your filthy tongue!” Alan chased him endlessly.

“Help!”

People started shouting in shock. Some boldly recorded the incident with their cell phones held high. Then that’s when I saw Jessy coming to break them up. He held Peter back from punching Alan again, together with some other men.

Several men in neat black suits immediately came to restrain Alan’s body. They seemed to be Peter’s bodyguards. I then ran over to Alan and restrained him as well. In the corner of my eye, I could see Jessy slipping away in silence.

Not wanting to lose the opportunity, I also held Alan’s body that was still struggling between the guards. I focused on Alan’s cell phone in the inside pocket of his suit, and with difficulty, my hand slipped into Alan’s suit.

“Calm down, baby. Please calm down.”

My hands held Alan’s chest and tried to pull him back from Peter. Then, after my hand managed to feel Alan’s cell phone, I hugged Alan tightly. I held Alan’s body as my hand finally managed to take his cell phone.

His breathing was fast, and his eyes were still glaring at Peter. His jaw hardened and he gritted his teeth in anger. Right after that, his anger subsided.

I backed away from Alan for a moment. Quickly, I put Alan’s phone into my bag. Alan was still arguing with Peter, and he didn’t realize I was sneaking away through the crowd to look for Jessy. In the blink of an eye, I spotted Jessy standing at the furthest back of the crowd.

“Yours.” I handed Alan’s cell phone to him.

“Go ahead. I’ll drop it near the crime scene later.” He whispered quickly.

“Ok.”

Then I ran back to where the crowd was and broke through the crowd. By the time I stood back behind Alan, the man had already been detained by the bodyguards. The situation had calmed down, although the two men were still panting with messy hair and disheveled suits.

“What the hell happened here?!”

Amy came and shouted loudly. Everyone cleared the way for her, as low whispers could be heard among the guests. Surprisingly, Amy herself looked just as disheveled as them. Her low neckline was further down from before, and the back of her hair was tangled. I could have sworn I saw the skirt at her thighs folded up and caught in the waistline of her pants.

“Nothing. Just a fool trying to mess up your party.” Peter tugged at the sleeves of his jacket and repositioned his vest and jacket.

“And someone trying to seduce his own future sister-in-law like a maniac.” Alan spat on the ground.

Amy turned her head to the right and left alternately to hear them talk. As if she were the judge, Amy immediately exclaimed at the top of her lungs.

“Stop it both of you!”

The woman then looked at me. Her eyes widened, and her face contorted in anger.

“You! Both of you!” Amy pointed at me and then at Alan. “Get out of here right now!”

After that, we all fell silent. Everyone fell silent after hearing Amy’s loud shout of her erupted anger. Her voice made me shudder as the screeching interfered with my hearing. Amy glared at everyone.

“And stop recording! Delete all the videos! Guards, take all their cell phones! The party is over!”

Amy shouted in panic. The guards who had been holding Alan were now running around to hold back the people filming with their cell phones.